I watch the ceiling fan make redundant circles
As my head pounds in tune with the footsteps down the hall
And I don't find myself intrigued between the pages of my favorite books like I usually do
And I can't seem to remember what embrace feels like at all
I watch the clock tick hours away as I lay underneath my blankets, a steady shelter to calm my storming insides
I look to the dresser where memories of brighter days linger
And I reminisce on days just as these
Pressure just keeps getting stronger
And this is the time where angst seems to naw at my insides
But it's not like "when will I get a new job" or "would my parents be proud"
It's like an endless drizzle over my head because the clouds won't leave me the **** alone
Trapped inside of a walk-through town and people who walk on you
But staying in this dead ended mess that seems to be the only thing I know
I wonder if someday these walls will collapse on me and drywall will find its way into my lungs
I guess this how it feels to grow up